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"Disperse immediately and find cover!"

The Extreme Marines activated the jet vents of their power backpacks and scattered in all directions, using various machines and armor to avoid the terrible bombs.

An Extreme Warrior was hit right next to Hill. He was not dead yet, but the damaged armor caused the gas to lose quickly, and the damaged power backpack could not provide thrust. Hill could only watch him drift into the deep space of the universe.

Perhaps he would die right then and there, or perhaps he would activate the Sassuan meninges to enter a state of suspended animation, and then wait to be salvaged after the war.

There was no time for sentimentality, Hill had to mobilize all his perception to avoid those fast-flying bombs. He had to fight back with bombs, if he couldn't annihilate this enemy force, they would have no chance to continue their mission.

Fortunately, Nikonna was still behind Hill, and the Raven Guards and the Ultramarines were back to back, minimizing their blind spots as much as possible.

In space battlefields, there is no strict distinction between "up, down, left, and right". Bullets may not necessarily come from all directions, but may hit you from above or below your feet.

"Brother, it's an honor to fight alongside you."

Hill fired a series of explosive shells and shot down two enemies who tried to sneak closer from the cooling tower, but more Word Bearers were still shooting. Under the intensive barrage of explosive shells, his power armor also suffered several damages.

There was a big hole in his shoulder armor, his waist and abdomen were scratched by explosives, and there were multiple soft tissue contusions and fractures on his body. Although these were not fatal injuries, they still showed the danger of war.

Once the airtightness of the power armor is completely broken, Hill will be in a desperate situation.

This stubborn and calm Ultramarines never expected to survive this treacherous war, and he was ready to sacrifice himself for it.

Even if he died, there would be other outstanding warriors among the Ultramarines to take his place.

Facing Hill's tone that sounded like a last will, Nikona said nothing. He just calmly used his grenade launcher to snipe every enemy who tried to approach. Every grenade could accurately hit the enemy's head, and flowers of death bloomed in the dark and cold space.

In a sense, space warfare is a game of exchange. The Extreme Marines suffered a casualty ratio of almost one to three. These selected strong men were all veterans of the Thirteenth Legion. They joined the killing squad without hesitation, even though everyone knew that there was a high possibility that they would never return.

The living lives and resolute souls turned into cold numbers. The killing squad was losing members rapidly. If it weren't for the reinforcements of hundreds of Extreme Warriors led by Ventanus, Hill's team would probably have been wiped out by casualties long ago.

The bombs had been used up, and Hill and Nikona threw the grenade launchers casually on the surface of the battleship. The mass of this huge space battleship itself formed a weak gravitational effect, causing them to stick to the armor.

The two men holding power swords hid on the edge of the cooling tower, their helmets watching the approaching enemy, preparing to launch a covert raid.

But suddenly, something tapped their shoulders from behind.

In the cold and dark space, being suddenly hit on the back by an unknown object made even Astartes break out in a cold sweat instantly. Hill's electromagnetic sword stabbed back like lightning, but was easily pushed away by a big hand.

Behind them was a giant, where the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, stood.

He was wearing armor all over his body, and was as tall as a Titan, but he lacked a helmet on his head, which made his entire head exposed to the extreme cold vacuum environment of space, and the air he exhaled was frozen into ice crystals that attached to his skin.

He roared silently, and although there was no medium to transmit the sound, the two of them undoubtedly heard the violent roar.

Roboute, who was known for his rationality and heart, was like an erupting volcano at this moment. Unspeakable anger and violence were brewing in his body.

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Chapter 32 Primarch

Having found the missing Primarch, even Hill could hardly contain his excitement. He conveyed this best news of the day in the communication channel with an extremely excited voice.

"The Primarch is alive, we have found Roboute Guilliman!"

The surviving fighting brothers were all filled with tears of excitement. These supermen who had undergone complete genetic modification and had extremely weakened emotions once again felt the presence of the Father of Genes at this moment.

This is a connection that comes from genetic blood. They felt the presence of the Primarch, and the morale of every warrior was boosted, and they even burst out with combat power far beyond their usual levels.

Each of the Primarchs created by the Emperor is a most outstanding commander. As long as they are on the battlefield, all the soldiers will be infected and inspired to fight to the death.

Guilliman protected his offspring behind him and rushed to the Word Bearers at an extremely unscientific speed. Without using any weapons, relying only on a pair of fists, the Primarch smashed the head of the fully-armed Astartes into his chest.

The ceramsite alloy was like a clay sculpture in front of the Primarch's power. The hands reached into the enemy's body, and the two hearts were completely crushed. The Word Bearers who were randomly kneaded burst out with a large amount of blood. They floated in the void, reflecting the killing that was taking place.

The Primarch raised the remains of his body in his hands and blocked several bolts fired at him.

The explosive shells could cause him harm, although it would be difficult to cause fatal damage, but he didn't want to take the risk.

He found a position to leverage the force and arrived in front of another enemy like a bolt of lightning. He punched through the thick breastplate with his huge fist and grabbed the reinforced spine while the opponent struggled in pain.

Extremely savage and cruel, the Primarch, who had lost his rationality, was like a god of death. Holding the spine and the head in his hand, he roared in a very high pitch. He threw the spine in his hand and pierced the head of another Word Bearer again.

Hill picked up the bolter from the floating corpse of a Word Bearer and fired continuously to clear the enemies for the Primarch, blasting an enemy who wanted to launch a sneak attack into pieces.

Guilliman grew more courageous as the battle went on. He slaughtered these hateful enemies. A simple straight punch could blow off the heads of these veterans and tear their limbs apart completely.

Hill had never seen such a fierce battle scene of the Father of Genes. In his memory, Guilliman always looked strategic, rational and calm.

But this kind of Primarch... seems to be more exciting! Guilliman's savagery and ferocity turned into strength and fearlessness in the eyes of his descendants.

The remaining members of the killing team gradually gathered around, and even another team came to join after receiving the news. Under the leadership of the Primarch, they successfully surrounded and annihilated the enemies on the cruiser.

Hill determined his position and initiated a communication request to the bridge. Airtight hatch No. 88 was opened under the control of the Thinker system, and the Extreme Marines immediately returned to the interior of the flagship.

Nineteen of the forty kill teams lost contact. After completing the anti-jump mission, they came to meet the Primarch through various airlocks.

"I have returned," said Guilliman, surrounded by the cobalt blue ocean. "They did not kill me."

The Ultramarines were immersed in the joy of the return of their lost Primarch, which diluted the heavy atmosphere. They looked at the face of the Gene-Father, who was smiling and giving an inspiring speech.

"In times of crisis, you, my proud descendants, have withstood the test. You have fought your way through the enemy horde. Your contributions will be remembered by the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, but—"

Guilliman gazed at the one remaining arm of his Chapter Master, his most trusted and valued son. He looked more determined and fearless than ever before.

"But today is not over yet. The battles in space and on the ground are still going on. You and I can talk here now because more warriors are fighting bloody battles. Both mortals and Astartes are launching fearless counterattacks against the Word Bearers."

"We will fight to the bitter end. We will stop the enemy on the surface of Calth. We will conduct fleet operations in space in the Veridian system. We will also drop into orbit and recapture the weapons arrays that belong to us."

"The Word Bearers cannot defeat us. They have forsaken their faith and become slaves to the Unseen. In the name of the Emperor and the fallen of Calth, we will punish all who betray us."

The Primarch's armor was covered in blood and frost, his handsome face was covered in the dust of war, and his dazzling short golden hair was messy, but his speech was so heart-stirring.

He exuded an infectious energy like the sun, convincing all who listened to him from the bottom of their hearts. They firmly believed that the Primarch would lead them to victory, they would put an end to the rampant Word Bearers, and they would hang all the rebels on the Judgment Pillar.

"Father, your will is our mission. I am ready to launch a counterattack."

Marius Gage pounded his remaining fist on the Imperial Skyhawk on his breastplate, and the loud thumping sound symbolized the determination of the chapter master.

"Determination alone cannot win the victory, Gage, we need a sharp weapon to deal with those demons. Conventional weapons cannot effectively target those demons, so--"

Guilliman's voice sounded, and he continued: "I will temporarily waive the Nikea Ban. We need the power of the Think Tank. Only psionic power can more effectively target psionic enemies."

In the earlier Council of Nikea, the Librarians represented by Magnus the Red were defeated in the struggle, and the Emperor himself ordered that all Astartes Legions must be forbidden to use psychic powers except for Navigators and Astropaths.

And in this desperate moment, the Emperor's decree must be rewritten.

Faced with the Primarch's declaration, all the warriors remained silent in support, even the surviving Iron Hands warriors and Nikonna from the Raven Guard.

"We should restore the organization of the Think Tank. We need to rebuild the Think Tank forces and use the power of the Warp to counter the Warp." Guilliman added, "Of course it is too late now. Before the airborne operation, I must pass on my spirit to you. If I unfortunately die in battle, you must also carry out this order."

There was a commotion among the people, the Ultramarines would defend their Primarch at all costs.

"I suspect that the Nicaea Conference was premeditated," Guilliman paused and continued, "That conference caused us to lose our best weapon against the Warp. This was too much of a coincidence and more like a carefully planned conspiracy."

"Thank you to these warriors who overcame all difficulties to warn us, Viland of the Iron Hands, Nikonna of the Raven Guard, I must pay my highest respects to you."

Guilliman also did not ignore those warriors in the corners who had a very low sense of presence. He greeted them warmly and cordially.

"Corax and Ferrus, my dearest brothers, I feel for their misfortunes in Isstvan."

Of all the Primarchs, Guilliman believed that as long as the Ultramarines fought side by side with any of the Imperial Fists, Space Wolves, Blood Angels, and Iron Hands, they would be able to achieve all victories. No matter what enemy they were facing, no matter how desperate the situation was, they would be able to fight back.

Ferrus had been the strongest, the most unshakable of them all, but now he was dead, slain by the sword of the Emperor's Children's Primarch Fulgrim.

Guilliman no longer has time to mourn. What he should do most is to bring all the traitors before the Emperor and let them repent and atone for their crazy and blasphemous acts!

Chapter 33 Leading the Charge

Guilliman was in great sorrow, and the Iron Hands were also in extremely low spirits, but they still expressed their gratitude to the Primarch of the XIII Legion.

"Our Primarch is dead, but the Tenth Legion has not yet been broken. We will kill the traitors of the Emperor's Children with our own hands, without any mercy or compassion." Iron Father Wayland roared.

Guilliman gave the order to all the warriors:

"Gather all the troops, all the personnel, all the heavy weapons. All people do not need to be bound by the regiment's organization. They must be reorganized into new combat teams on the spot. From now on, the helmets of the squad leaders will be painted red."

“Red?” Gage asked.

"In the past, red meant discipline, but now our Sergeant Hill's behavior proves that this is inappropriate. And bright colors can make the chain of command run more smoothly."

With its original body recovered and its power system restored, the Macragge's Glory was finally able to set sail again. With the surging power output of the reactor, a dazzling blue light beam spurted out from the tail of the giant ship, instantly vaporizing those Word Bearers who were still trying to cut through the armor.

Those cruisers attached to the armor were pulled along by the unrivaled power. They were unable to offer any resistance. When the brackets broke, they were thrown backwards and were completely annihilated by the engine flames and void shields.

When the Glory of Macragge started moving, those villains could only turn into a spark in the starry sky.

Captain Houmid, who was commanding the battleship, discovered something unusual. In the battleship's scanning system, Coss's orbital weapon array changed its launch direction.

But this is not something to be happy about.

"Sir, the weapons array, they have opened fire!" the captain screamed.

"Fire at what?"

"It's the sun. They're firing on the sun of Calth!"

-

Low Earth orbit, weapons array control center.

The Word Bearer Solot Choar, who fired the first shot of betrayal and nearly killed Ultramarines Captain Lucier, received a message from the surface of Calth.

That was an order from the Hand of Fate of the Word Bearers, the Chaplain Erebus.

The Word Bearers priest lurking on the surface of Calth, presiding over the ceremony, has made all the arrangements, and now the time has come.

Kor Phaeron, the commander-in-chief in charge of space, nodded to Choel and motioned for him to continue.

As the order was given, the technicians on the control panel became busy. The weapon array of the orbital platform completed the turn, and these dangerous weapons with the power to destroy an entire fleet were aimed in the same direction.

That is the direction of the sun of Cowes.

"Damn, why is our Thinker system so slow today?" a technician complained.

"Shut up! It must be because you are too lazy that the Machine Soul is unhappy!" Another technical priest of the Mechanicus scolded angrily.

Their conversation was extremely quiet; the Word Bearers were not easy people to get along with, and they had seen too many captives and mortals killed and sacrificed by the Word Bearers.

The sun is not only the core of a star system. In the Word Bearers' belief system, stars are also an extremely important part. Those enchanted warriors who were initially blessed by the Warp and thus merged with the creatures of the Warp were given the name of Jagged Sun.